When eternity reduces to urgency, month become moment, and moment becomes momentous. Choices that dragged for weeks, done in minutes. Mountains of to-do’s become to-don’ts so quickly.
Where are those triggers of urgency every other week of my life?
Getting ready for this trip produced energy and decisiveness – not sure where all this energy came from (could it come more often please?).
I’m not exhausted – not weary of work, or stressed beyond repair – quite the contrary. I’m excited to go, to fit in the Monday parts, the Monday night parts, the Tuesday morning ritual, the Tuesday morning plans (many thanks to those who graciously agreed to re-schedule meetings with me).
I like to think I make decisions quickly, clearly, unemotionally – but the truth is, I don’t. I’m not a complete wuss, but getting ready for a trip produces a pace of decision making I wish I exercised all the time. When time-pressure is involved my brain sprints through a determination of what must be done, what must be top priority upon returning and what must go in the trash can. Clients shouldn’t worry, very few client files bit the dust …
Rare. Not like meat.
So rarely found.
Where was it and how do I summon it?
This freakishly exciting rarely experienced kind.
What goes into your frenzy recipe? I’m examining mine – wondering if it is really about ingredients, or process?
And I love this decisiveness. I’ve seen it so many times – always a different reason for the ticking. The multiple recalculations of time, logistics – critical path, critical thinking, time running out and more than a can-do attitude, more must-do.
[Somewhere around the time this column publishes Tuesday morning I’ll be on a road somewhere between Calgary and Ketchum, Idaho. Uncertainty about where and when I’ll be causes me to ‘write this piece on Monday evening for Tuesday morning’ consumption. Rarely do I write my column the day or night before – usually on occasions when I have an early flight or will be winging across an ocean …]
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: Gusta is no doubt having a blast at the kennel. When I dropped her off Monday afternoon she scarcely noticed me, she was in such a rush to meet her fellow dog-tourists whose owners believe that when they go on vacation, their pets should have a vacation too …
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